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20131208

DAY TWENTYSEVEN 12:00PM

You're
A Long Ways From Home...Suki's
chronometer was chiming. She didn't need to glance at it to know. She
tapped Donnelly on the shoulder. He had been sleeping on the
edge of a table, covered up in a blanket."Father,
it's time," she said."Are
you sure this is the only way?" he asked as he sat up. "My
child, do we know what we are about to do?""Yes,"
she said soberly. "It's the only course of action to their
counter-actions."Scorpio
began to gather up the weapons he was working on; there was a pile of
them spread out on a green blanket. He had field-stripped and cleaned
every one, making sure that they were prepared for battle."You're
sure this is the right course of action," Donnelly insisted
again. From what Suki had told him of the device he really wanted to
make sure that every action was held accountable."You
contacted the chalet, you heard from them yourself."He
had called the number and when Susanna had answered he had wanted to know how
the kids were, and how everyone was holding up. And she had told him
how Hank had tore out of there like a bat out of hell. He had never inquired
about the health of Mother, since he didn't know her."I'm
telling you, Father. This is the only way to make everything right,"
Suki said. Donnelly trusted her; after all she had that angelic
quality about her."But
what about finding Max?" he asked."We
are past that point," she told him. They walked over to the
device and Suki punched in MAGENTA OPUS into the keypad. The device
clicked and hummed and then disappeared."Let's
roll," Scorpio said.